There is a huge contingent of listeners that whine and moan whenever someone comes around that doesn’t sound like Biggy, Tupac or Nas. These people affix lyricism like a noose around the neck of rap music and are desperate to kick away the ladder. They think they’re the enlightened ones when really they’re rap’s version of the classic rock segment. They’re only interested in the sounds that are safe to them. They’re the irascible relics of an era, confined to...
